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IVY'S POV The warmth from our shared shower the night before still lingered on my skin the next morning.I moved around the kitchen quietly, preparing Ronan’s usual protein shake and some fresh fruit while he finished a light upper body session on the couch. Every now and then I’d catch him watching me with that soft, heated look that made my cheeks warm. The intimacy we’d shared yesterday had shifted something deeper between us — a new level of trust that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.My phone buzzed on the counter. It was Dr. Patel asking if she could stop by for a quick private check-in. I replied that it was fine, though a small knot of anxiety formed in my stomach. Ronan noticed immediately when I brought him his shake.“Everything alright?” he asked, taking the glass from me.“Just Dr. Patel coming by soon. Probably routine.”He nodded, but his eyes lingered on me a little longer than usual, like he could sense the unease I was trying to hide.When Dr. Patel arrived

You won't lose me

IVY'S POV The warning from Dr. Patel refused to leave my mind.Even as the days continued in their gentle rhythm, her words echoed constantly — optics matter… protect yourself… your reputation… I tried to push them aside while I helped Ronan with his afternoon stretches, but they lingered like a shadow over every touch, every smile, every quiet moment we shared.He was making solid progress again. Today he managed a few more seconds of supported standing with the crutches, his face lighting up with determination when he held his balance. I praised him like always, my hands steady on his waist as I guided him back down safely. But inside, doubt gnawed at me harder than ever.Later, while Ronan napped on the couch after his session, I stepped out onto the balcony for fresh air. The city stretched out below me, busy and indifferent. I gripped the railing, letting the cool breeze brush across my face as I tried to sort through the storm in my head.What was I doing?I had always been t

You're pulling away

IVY'S POV The doubt I’d voiced yesterday refused to fade.Even as I moved through our usual morning routine — making coffee, preparing Ronan’s meds, helping him with gentle seated stretches — I felt myself pulling back emotionally. Not obviously. Not enough that most people would notice. But I could feel it in the way I hesitated before kissing him, in the way I kept conversations lighter than usual, in the careful distance I tried to maintain while still doing my job.Ronan noticed.Of course he noticed.By late afternoon, the tension between us had grown thick and uncomfortable. I was updating his notes on my laptop at the dining table when he wheeled himself over, stopping right beside me. His expression was serious, those ice-blue eyes searching my face like he was trying to read every hidden thought.“You’ve been different since yesterday,” he said quietly. “Distant. Like you’re here but not really here with me.”I closed the laptop slowly, my heart pounding. “I’m just… proce

Turning point

IVY'S POV The morning after our emotional fight felt like a fresh start.I woke up with Ronan’s arm draped across my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. The argument from yesterday had left us both raw, but the makeup had brought us even closer. There was a new honesty between us now — a willingness to voice fears instead of letting them fester. I turned slowly in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, watching as his eyes fluttered open.“Morning,” he murmured, voice still husky with sleep. His hand slid up my back, pulling me closer. “You stayed.”“I told you I would.” I kissed him properly, slow and full of the love that had only grown stronger through the hard conversations. “No more running. No more hiding. We face it all together.”He smiled against my lips, the kind of smile that made my chest feel warm and full. “I like the sound of that.”We spent the morning in our familiar rhythm — coffee, light stretches, quiet talks. But there was a lightness in

Everything okay?

IVY'S POV The afternoon light felt softer than usual, like the penthouse was giving us one last gentle day before everything changed again.I was curled up on the couch beside Ronan, my head resting on his shoulder while our playlist played quietly in the background. His arm was around me, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm as we watched a light documentary. These quiet moments had become my favorite — the ones where the outside world felt far away and it was just us, breathing the same air.His phone buzzed on the coffee table. He reached for it lazily, glanced at the screen, then set it back down without replying. But something about the way his body tensed for half a second caught my attention. I didn’t think much of it at first. I simply shifted closer, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.“Everything okay?” I asked.“Yeah,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “Just an old notification.”I believed him. Why wouldn’t I? We had shared so much — his fears, his father’s scars

It cost so much

IVY'S POV I couldn’t stay on the balcony forever.The cold wind eventually forced me back inside, but the moment I stepped through the door, the air felt different — thicker, heavier, like the penthouse itself knew something had broken between us. Ronan was still on the couch where I’d left him, head in his hands, shoulders slumped in a way that made my chest ache even through the anger.He looked up when he heard me. His eyes were red-rimmed, desperate. “Ivy… please let me explain.”I stayed by the door, arms wrapped tightly around myself like I could hold my heart together. “Explain what? That you had a girlfriend this whole time and never bothered to end it? That while I was risking my entire career to be here with you, you were still technically with someone else?”“It wasn’t like that,” he said, wheeling closer. His voice cracked. “Lila and I hadn’t been together in any real way for months before my injury. We barely spoke. I thought it was understood that it was over. I never

Please forgive me

IVY'S POV The guest room felt too quiet, too final.I sat on the edge of the bed with my suitcase open beside me, staring at the half-packed clothes like they belonged to someone else. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every time I tried to fold another shirt, tears blurred my vision and I had to stop. The pain in my chest was so deep it felt like something physical had cracked open inside me.Ronan had fallen asleep hours ago after another rough pain night. I had stayed with him until his breathing evened out, holding his hand through the worst of it like I always did. Even now, after everything, I couldn’t stop taking care of him. That realization only made the tears fall harder.I pulled out a notebook from my bag and sat at the small desk in the corner of the room. The pen felt heavy in my fingers as I began to write. The words poured out of me like blood from a wound I couldn’t close.~~~~Ronan,By the time you read this, I’ll be gone.I don’t know how to start this letter with

Please come back

RONAN'S POV The morning light felt wrong.It was too bright, too ordinary, like the world hadn’t realized something catastrophic had happened while I slept. I reached for Ivy’s side of the bed first, the way I always did — expecting the warmth of her body, the soft sound of her breathing, the way she’d curl into me like I was her safe place.But the sheets were cold.I sat up slowly, wincing at the familiar ache in my knee, and looked around the room. No sign of her. The guest room door down the hall was closed. Maybe she’d slept there again after our fight. The thought made my chest tighten, but I pushed it down. We’d argued before. We always found our way back.Then I saw the letter.It was folded neatly on the nightstand, my name written in her careful handwriting. Something cold settled in my stomach as I picked it up. My hands were already shaking before I even opened it.I read every word.And with every sentence, the floor beneath me cracked wider.By the time you read this,

Now I was here

IVY'S POV The key felt strange in my hand when I finally unlocked the door to my old apartment.It was smaller than I remembered — one bedroom, a tiny kitchen, and a living room that suddenly felt too quiet after weeks in Ronan’s massive penthouse.I stepped inside with my suitcase, the wheels dragging against the wooden floor like they didn’t want to be here either. The air smelled faintly of dust and the lavender candle I’d left burning the last time I was here. Everything was exactly as I’d left it, but it no longer felt like home.I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. The silence pressed in from all sides. No low hum of the city from twenty floors up. No playlist playing softly in the background. No deep voice calling my name from the other room. Just… nothing.A sob broke free before I could stop it.I cried there on the floor for what felt like hours, knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around myself like I could h

For my heart

IVY'S POV The silence in my apartment had become a constant companion.I moved through the days like a ghost — waking up, making coffee for one, staring at the walls, trying to remember what my life looked like before Ronan Hale. Some mornings I managed to get dressed and take a walk. Others I stayed in bed until the afternoon, replaying memories I wished I could forget. The pain hadn't lessened. If anything, it had settled deeper, becoming a dull, constant ache that followed me everywhere.My phone stayed on silent most of the time. I had muted every notification related to hockey, Ronan, or the scandal. But today, a message from an old colleague slipped through.Hey Ivy… I know you’re taking time off, but I thought you should know. Ronan had a setback. Pushed too hard in rehab and re-aggravated the knee. He’s been isolating himself. The team is worried.I stared at the message for a long time, my thumb hovering over the screen. My heart clenched so hard it hurt to breathe. Rona

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